A father’s shrāddha instructions: A consolation

A father’s shrāddha instructions: A consolation

NOW, you should prepare by obtaining the following:  I.  For giving to a priest: 1 pound rice, ½ pound toor dal, ½ cup red chilies, ¼ cup coriander seeds …

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Home like Red, White, Brown

Home like Red, White, Brown

scab country, this;                             coagulatedfrom the fall, the bleed; picked                                                 apart, flickedso new underneath it won’t match                                                     can’t; scarlike bleach on jeans, like knuckle clean                                                            through glassbruise can yellow over, recolor;…

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Gopi

Gopi

I recited Tagore to you at bedtime.               Tales of flower buds and fishermen,               Boat crossings on an ocean of milk.  [You settle in your sleep.] Your earrings…

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Grandfather

Grandfather

I am now older than you when your body was lostbetween solid and liquid as death courted brother and foe what thoughts rose as mountains…

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Nightstand

Nightstand

These daysI only read worksfrom poetsI’m intimate withnot the cigaretteafterwards kindbut morein a crowdedroom kindwhen you readthat pieceabout smokinga cigaretteafterwardslips pursedaround a narrowfilter inhalingnicotineyour bodyabsorbing…

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The Window Faces East

The Window Faces East

And that’s whyI never see Don Ramon,loaded with carrots and lettuces, walking the roadon the west sideof my little home. Have you ever thoughtof whomyou’d…

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Echo Cardiogram

Echo Cardiogram

I lay on my left side, the technician’s wrist on my breast, wand pushing into my skin.He’s looking at my heart on the screen, into…

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The Catholic

The Catholic

Before the flood,New Orleans gave usCrawfish plucked from spicy broth that blistered Our lips pressed silent during the awkward family dinner;Sinking gravestones that made my mother…

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The Grief Collection

The Grief Collection

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form. -Rumi 1. Why I still see you in the time since then, I can’t…

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Sent 3:42 am

Sent 3:42 am

anais nin said we write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. she was somebody great. i want to be somebody great….

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Close to the Head

Close to the Head

My Mom said my hair wasn’t rightfor ponytails or pigtails. You’re not a normal girl.A barber’ll know what to do with this mop, she said….

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Ecclesiastes One: the Space-Time Adventures of Ace Frawley

Ecclesiastes One

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said “God, I love you” and looked up tothe sky and really meant…

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English as A Second Language

English as A Second Language

I. Español.  I used to sit in a classroom full of color, where everyone spoke with tongues the color of gold, copper, silver, and salt. Back…

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Kneel

Kneel

Kneel; Verb/ Honoring Colin Kaepernick Suddenly football, the game and gridiron,      is a man on his knees.What does a patterned patch of cloth mean, the…

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Sour Truths

Sour Truths

It occurred to me the other dayas I sat slicing and squeezing lemonson a hot summer afternoon,That the life of an urban lemon from birth…

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Excision

Excision

“I’m afraid you will not smokemy meaning…”-John Keats Thursday morning he moved himself out of bedbefore any light broke throughthe already broken shadeand stood in…

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Leaving Iowa

Leaving Iowa

In fact, we barely knew your slim thicketof zip codes could be so easily shruggedfrom memory, there wasn’t even a backseat side-eye.We don’t belong to…

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Corners

Corners

The bat carries starson the undersidesof her wings. Her head is the tipof galaxyher body a velvetcometshattering nightwith its jagged arcof flight. Her thumbs &…

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This is an orange, round tablet

This is an orange, round tablet

Autumn starts when the trees give up drinking.An appointment is madein the ditch of Lake Meadand the hairy hands,tented on mahogany,speak calmly,which can only augur…

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Subjectionable

Subjectionable

The world sounds lovely over my left shoulder.A dog barks. A bird is chirping. The white rush of two-ton metal trucks on the asphalt. I am…

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